where do i begin?

i guess here. i just turned 23 on october 25 and kind of had a little breakdown. well, it started out small. now i'm not so sure. i went out with my friends, had a great dinner, had a great time. got wasted. As usual. The next day I felt like shit. Felt sick. Empty. Alone. I called into work and slept most of the day, then when I woke up I decided to watch daytime TV because I don’t usually get to. I turned on Oprah, weird huh? I think I might have watched Oprah twice in my life. It was very strange. There was a man named James Frey on that day. As soon as he walked out on stage I recognized him. I knew him. I had never met him, but I knew him. When he began to talk it all fell into place. He was my dad, my aunt, my grandfather, my best friend, men I have loved: HE WAS ME.

He was on the show to talk about his book A Million Little Pieces. Apparently it was the story of his life. A journey through addictions and all of the trials and tribulations associated with them.